Ericka's POV September 19th
Ever since becoming friends with Jordan, I keep having this gut feeling. But a love feeling, but the feeling that he's going to trick me at some point. like he's going to hurt me, fool me in some way. It'd just my mind, I know that. But my past us telling me differently.
It's becoming obvious. I think he's going to be just like my Uncle.
But that's what I think about every stranger I meet. Jordan's the only one I've given a chance, but I don't know how long I can stray out of my comfort zone. I still remember a lot of things that fairness when my Uncle was still alive, I'm trying not to repeat the memories that scar me. I don't know if I could handle them if they were to happen all over again.
Why was I concerned over my mind taking over and cutting Jordan out of my life anyways? My mind was doing me a favor. Our was going me to forget. But did I want to forget Jordan? He's grief me in more ways than my mind has. Maybe he's my Angel. He's the one that will save me in the little ways that I need saving.
I looked into the mirror on the bathroom wall. Tears streaming down my face from a previous picnic attack. I asked my Mother to let me stay home from school because I didn't feel good. I checked the time, wiping my face. It was 2:55. I could text Jordan, or Lorraine. They were out of school now. Grabbing my phone, I began to text Jordan.
"hey, did I miss anything important?"
I got nervous when he took over ten minutes to reply, I couldn't understand why. Eventually, he replied to me.
"nothing important, class was nothing without you"
Crap, I could feel my face getting hot.
"ahaha that's sweet. I'll be back tomorrow"
"good, see you then"
Just texting him made me feel normal for once. There was also the feeling of confidence there, as well. Even though my mind was trying to flush him out, I had all the right reasons to keep him around. Suddenly, I heard the doorbell ring. Getting up, I walked over to the door and opened it to find Kenzie standing there. I didn't even welcome hey on and she walked in like this was her own home. As usual, I let her do so without a problem.
"Whatever you're contributing to the plan isn't working because he's not liking me." she shouted at me, knocking over my stuffed teddy bear. I crossed my arms as a defense.
"I didn't promise anything would turn out well, Kenzie. Maybe you need to change your attitude, and then he'll start liking you." I said sternly. Kenzie laughed at me, walking around the kitchen. Her heels clicked with every step.
"He should be liking me for me, I'm not gonna play nice. He's the one who's got to change his attitude!" Her voice kept raising and raising and I was beginning to wonder how she wasn't bursting yet. I could literally just imagine her head bursting from all the yelling. She was the female version of Gordon Ramsay. I couldn't help but laugh at the things I was imagining when Kenzie's continuous yelling snapped me back into the horrible reality.
"This is your fault!" she screamed at me. "So, tell me how you got him to like you. What the hell have you done?"
Wait...
He likes me?
"He.. Likes me? Like, like-like me? or friend like me." I shook my head, feeling my palms sweat like how they usually did. I can't handle love, not even Jordan's love. Kenzie gasped, realizing what she had just accidentally spilled. Shouldn't she be happy? Information like that is wht drives me away from stangers. He likes me. Maybe that's why he smiles at memore than the average person usually does.
"Of course, he likes you in that way you dipshit! He wants you, not me. And that's a huge problem." she shoved me down to the ground, I could feel the tears running down my face again. I was leaning against the cabinet on the cold tile floors as Kenzie continued to scream horrible comments at me.
"Do what you do best, Ericka. Drive him away. Make me look better than you, and then I'll talk to you." she commanded. Being the weakling I was, I nodded, agreeing to her plans. Suddenly, the front doors opened and my mom came through. The first thing she saw was me on the floor and Kenzie standing over me.
"say something." I told myself. But I couldn't, my cries for help only came out as tiny little squeals. My mom came to me, then looked at Kenzie.
"What happened?" she asked her sternly. I pointed at Kenzie, unable to get any words out of my mouth.
"She was having one of her panic attacks, Mrs. Adamec. She called me and asked me to come help her." she told her, lying right to my mothers face. How dare she. I wiped away the tears, stood up, and made myself look a bit more decent.
"She's lying! She's the resaon I'm on the floor." I screamed, finally defending myself. "The little princess isn't getting her way, so she's threatening me to help her." my mother looked at me with astonished eyes, then glanced back at Kenzie.
"You did this?" she asked her. When Kenzie didn't reply, my mother began to grow furious. "You're treating my daughter like your personal slave?" she shouted at Kenzie, who was now the defensless one. Kenzie's brown eyes were wide, as she was the one trying to force the words out.
"Y-yes, I did that." she began, trying to hold back tears. "But Ericka, I am so sorry. I've been treating you like shit and I know that. And, I hope we can go back to normal." I rolled my eyes at her pathetic excuse, but a feeling my my heart made me pity her. I sighed, crossing my arms.
"It's fine, Kenzie. Just get out, and fix your attitude." I said to her simply. Kenzie nodded, crossing her arms and leaving the house. My mother looked at me, confused.
"You forgave her?" she asked, ponderng over what had just occured. I didn't forgive Kenzie completely. I just didn't want this issue to become even bigger than it already was. I wrapped my arms around my mother, who soon returned the hug.
"We've all got our problems, don't we?" I said, letting go of my mother and walking up into my room to hide from everything. I changed into pajamas, climbed into my bed, and was lulled to sleep by the sound of rain outside.
Yeah so that happened. Thanks for reading! :D
